It's Mom's Fault
"Haaah… I was thinking of giving my son his present soon, but it looks like we're still a long way off."
Jihee had ordered Secretary Lee to eat lunch with Deputy Kim and then spend time with him after leaving work early. Secretary Lee, who rarely showed emotion on the surface, had let a flicker of humiliation and distaste slip through—proof of how hard it was for her to endure. Jihee paid it no mind.
All she felt was a twinge of regret that she still couldn't offer her incompletely trained secretary up to her son. She decided she would have to start working on the woman's mind in earnest starting tomorrow, then clocked out and headed home.
"Son~ Mommy's home~"
She set aside all thoughts of her secretary for the moment. The simple prospect of seeing Heetae—her beloved son and Master—lifted her spirits at once, and she hurried toward the house with a smile.
"Welcome home, Mom."
The moment she stepped inside, her son greeted her with a grin. Every worry and scrap of unease from earlier in the day melted away, replaced by a rush of heat that spread through her body.
Hehehe… Just looking at his face is enough to soak my pussy now…
She had been trained by him more times than she could count, body and soul handed over completely. Like Pavlov's dog, the mere sight of Heetae's face was enough to flood her with arousal and leave her dripping. Simply looking at her son sent a far stronger thrill through her than anything she had felt while training her secretary, and a lewd little smile curved her lips.
"Where did Dohee and Seohee go?"
"Dohee's staying over tonight because of Sohee's training. Seohee said she'll be a little late—club stuff with her friends."
"Really!~"
Hearing that her daughters would be home late only improved her mood further. Lately the girls had been getting trained alongside her, which meant fewer sessions that were hers alone. Having time with just the two of them made her so happy she immediately clung to her son.
"Then let's spend some cozy time together today, just Mommy and you~"
"Sure."
"Haaahh…"
The second he stroked her hair, Jihee's expression went soft and blissful. Part of her wanted him to take her like a dog right then and there—but she was still a woman, and the feeling of being cherished like this wasn't half bad. Wanting to linger in that tenderness a little longer, she opened her mouth.
"Actually, today…"
Jihee told him everything that had happened while training her secretary—how the woman's body had been broken in, but she still recoiled from men and wasn't ready yet to become her son's toilet. It came out almost like a complaint. Heetae listened with quiet affirmation, letting her talk.
"Got it. I don't really care about the secretary anyway, so it doesn't matter if her training takes a while."
"Mm. Mommy will definitely turn her into a toilet that suits your tastes, Son."
It was a conversation about destroying another person's life, but Jihee was already her son's perfect slave. Other people's lives meant nothing to her. Besides, Secretary Lee was ultimately a slave who would do anything for her—so she felt not the slightest guilt.
"But Mom."
"Hm? What is it~?"
"The fact that you still haven't trained her properly… isn't that your fault?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"You said you'd train her. If you couldn't do it right, that's on you."
"Th-that's…!"
The words from her son's mouth caught her off guard. She had prioritized physical training, true, and the mental side still wasn't complete—but she had been doing her absolute best to turn the woman into a sow worthy of offering up to him. A small flicker of injustice stirred in her chest.
"Hey."
"Ah—! Yes, Master."
Only moments ago he had been calling her Mom and holding her sweetly. The second he dropped into that casual, commanding tone, Jihee—a thoroughly trained sow—raised her speech at once, slid off the sofa, and dropped to her knees in front of him.
"Got some excuse lined up?"
"No, Master. I failed to train her properly, so Master hasn't been able to fuck Secretary Lee like a dog. It's entirely my fault."
She could play the loving mother, the adorable woman—but this was Jihee's true nature. From the moment she had fallen in love with her son and begun craving his training, escape had become impossible. The rough way he treated her, the contempt in his gaze—those were what made her the sow she was now.
"If you messed up, you take your punishment."
"Yes, Master. Please punish this old, worthless sow who couldn't even offer Master a single proper cunt-bitch… until your mood improves."
Her mouth poured out self-degradation and humiliation, but the only things she actually felt were the excitement and pleasure of submission. A few sentences alone were enough to leave her pussy dripping strings of slick. She was living proof of what it meant to be a toilet he could use whenever he pleased.
"Unbelievable. You screw up, and your pussy is still leaking like this… You actually reflecting?"
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
"Hngh—! Yes… I'm reflecting…!"
At a flick of his hand she spun around at once and presented her soaking cunt. The moment he touched it she couldn't hold back her moans, proving herself a vulgar female beast with every animal sound she made.
Smack!
"Hyaah?! Thank you…!"
Smack!!
"Thank you…!"
Smack!!
"Th-thank youuu…!"
Without a word he brought his palm down hard on her ass. Jihee automatically thanked him, bending her legs to make it easier for him to keep striking. She spanked her secretary as punishment often enough—but a man's strength was on another level entirely. Compared to Heetae's hand, hers was nothing.
Ah… His merciless slaps feel so good…
With every blow her huge ass bloomed red under fierce pain, but for a masochist sow like Jihee it barely registered as anything but pure pleasure.
Smack!
"Nngh… Th-thank youuu…!"
By the time he had hit her some twenty times, her ass was covered in the red imprint of his hand. Not once did she flinch away. She took every single one.
"Seriously. If punishment turns you on like this, what's even the point?"
"I-I'm sorry…"
Her ass might have been thoroughly spanked, but her pussy looked like it had just received a prize—slick pouring out of her in thick strings. A little puddle of her juices had already formed on the floor. Her hole gaped open as if begging to be fucked right that second.
"A cunt-bitch like you never learns from punishment at home. We're doing this outside."
"Y-yes… Son…"
His words only excited her further. Wondering what kind of humiliation and shame awaited her today—how much deeper he would drag her down—she changed into the outfit he chose, and the two of them stepped out of the house.
"Dressed like that, you really do look like a total slut. Suits you, Mom."
"Thank you, Son."
Even that degrading compliment made her flush with genuine delight, a filthy smile spreading across her face.
Heetae wasn't wrong. The way Jihee looked right now, "slut" was the only word that fit. Her white shirt was almost completely unbuttoned and knotted under her chest, leaving her midriff bare. Her skirt was so short it flashed the underside of her ass with every sway of her hips. She looked like some trashy gyaru straight out of a porno manga—an outfit no ordinary woman would ever wear in public.
And with a body that voluptuous, the cheap clothes only made her look like she was cosplaying, filthy lust rolling off her in waves. With the shirt left open, half her chest was on full display. No bra. Every step set her enormous breasts bouncing, cranking the vulgarity even higher.
"Son, where are we going~?"
"Somewhere that matches how you look right now."
"Haaahhnn…"
In the passenger seat beside her driving son, Jihee watched him unzip his pants and pull out his already hard cock. Her face went blank with rapture. She bent down at once and buried her face in his lap. Already in heat, already worked up past endurance, the sight of his cock shattered what little patience she had left. She opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and started licking.
"Mmwah… shlurrp… chuu… slurp… mmph… hahhn… Son's cock tastes so good…"
She lapped at him with reverent care, as if handling something precious. The moment her spit dirtied his cock she only grew more determined to clean it, opening wide and taking him into her mouth.
It feels so good… It feels even bigger than before…
It was thicker than the first time they had ever had sex. The second it entered her mouth it filled her completely, and she still hadn't managed to take the whole shaft. She forced it deeper, shoving him down her throat until she had every last inch.
"Mmghkk?!?!"
A cock big enough to stuff her mouth and seal her throat brought her such happiness she came lightly on the spot, dirtying the car seat—and she didn't care in the slightest. She started to pull her head back so she could work him properly and make him feel good.
"Ah, hang on. I gotta piss."
"Mmghkk—?! Gulp… gulp…"
Without warning he said he needed to pee, shoved her head down, and started pissing straight down her throat.
Son's piss… It tastes so good…
And still she was happy. Just like that, Jihee drank every drop.